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Alisa Mikhailovna Kujou stared down at the chessboard in front of her in muted shock. Her tallest piece, the white king, was laying on its side, threatening to roll off the board. She glanced up to her opponent.
The self-satisfied face of Yuki Suou greeted her. “Ara, Alisa-san,” she spoke in a smug tone, “it was a good game, I haven’t been challenged like that since I last played my Grandfather!”
It was a high compliment; according to Masachika, their grandfather was a FIDE master, and still actively played in his off-time. To be compared in skill was undoubtedly a compliment. But that wasn’t the reason for her current feeling of fear. That had actually come from before her king was hunted to the edges of the board by a combination of her opponent’s pawn-turned-queen and a spare Knight.
The reason for her apprehension was the reason they had even played the game in the first place.
“S-So, Yuki-san, what is-?”
“Come with me after school, and then I’ll tell you my demand, m’kay?” Yuki leaned over the board, bringing her mouth near Alisa’s ear: “I’d rather not have all these people hear it.”
Flashing a devilish grin at Alya’s rapidly heating face, she gracefully made her exit, Kimishima Ayano, her attendant, trailing a step behind her. The loud ringing of the school bell told Alya she should be doing the same, fitting the pieces back into the box they had come from. Stowing both it and the board, she gave a quick thanks to the chess club’s captain, and started the short walk to the classroom.
What was Yuki planning? She knew the term of the bet, obviously. ‘A single order from the winner to the loser.’ It was as simple as it could get. Of course, nothing outrageous, especially in public, but still.
Given the stuff she’d been privy to when hanging around Masachika’s house, she probably should have included a few more restrictions before accepting the game, but Alya had realised quickly when growing up that she was prideful to a fault.
And chess was Russia’s game. The country might not have been the current leaders of the world, nor could they claim to have originated it, but you could find few countries on earth that boasted the same collection of skilled players. From Anatoly Karpov to Gary Kasparov, there were multiple decades of Russian-dominated chess to point back to.
And okay, maybe Yuki was able to get under her skin easily, but Alya wasn’t going to let her challenge go unanswered!
Taking her seat at the back of the class, she moved to take out her textbook.
But really, agreeing to anything ? Her mind struggled to come up with possibilities. A few were easily made and just as easily discarded, from doing Yuki’s homework to getting support for some kind of political move in the school’s governance. If that was the case, why would Yuki tell her to meet her on the roof.
Their next lesson was English, which meant she also had to take out her copy of-
Reaching the back of the stack of books in her bag, set up like on a bookshelf, she did a double take. Where had Pride and Prejudice gone? She’d been reading it this morning…had someone stolen it? But why would-
“What’re you looking for, Alya?” Her boyfriend glanced over from the seat beside hers, before quickly returning his attention to the homework in front of him.
Honestly, she’d thought that a second term as vice-president would have gotten him to fix his habits, but as soon as their third year started, he’d gone right back to his old ways.
“My book for English. I put it in my bag when I left this morning, I’m sure of it, but-”
“Isn’t it on your desk?”
Mortifyingly, her eyes creaked over from her bag as she rose from her position, straightening her back. There, on the corner of her desk, neatly aligned with the edge was her copy of Pride and Prejudice , the jungle of multi-coloured tabs sticking out towards her.
Blood rushed to her face, and she managed to squeak out a “Thank you”, her embarrassment luckily going unnoticed as the teacher came in.
The rest of the day wasn’t much better, with multiple calls from the teacher snapping Alya out of her trances. Masachika had been sending worried glances her way the whole afternoon, but had refrained from asking further, the last few days of laziness having put him on thin ice with the teacher.
As the ringing of the last bell filled the ears of the relieved student body, Alya dashed out of the classroom, ignoring the shocked exclamation from Kuze, and skillfully dodging his outstretched hand.
“I’ll be back in a moment.” she managed to exclaim as she rushed past him, taking to the rapidly filling hallways. As a third year, their classrooms were on the top floor of the building, so she could easily make her way to the stairway leading to the roof.
The roof itself, grey and drab as it usually is, has a slight chill to it. Wind rushes over the paved tiles, filtering in through the chain-link fence set up along the edge. Even though the door is kept locked, the fact that there is even a door means it’s mandatory to make sure the roof is safe from any potential accidents.
Yuki sits on the edge, legs bent over each other. Though her back is leaning against the thick wires of the fence, she’s looking over the school grounds below.
Green frames either side of the girl, who almost blends in with the path leading from the school building to the front gates, students without club activities resembling a lazy nest of ants below. The way she seems like the queen of the students below is definitely planned. If Alya has learned anything about Yuki in the last few years, it’s her flair for the dramatic. Thus, the satisfied look she gives Alya is just as planned, when Yuki finally turns her head over to acknowledge her.
“Ah, Alya-”
The sudden gust of wind that blows Yuki’s hair into her face is definitely not planned, and the girl spends the next few moments spitting out the loose strands, before (elegantly) throwing it all back over her shoulder. She clears her throat somewhat awkwardly.
“Ahem. Alya, you’re finally here.” She speaks, mask slipping back into place. “You see, after our chess match today, I got thinking as to what I want.”
Getting up from the ledge, Yuki starts slowly walking towards an increasingly unimpressed Alya, lips pressed thin into a line.
“But, with my family connections, there isn’t much I can’t have. Entertainment and anything you can buy are easy to get, and the satisfaction from winning just isn’t enough…so let me tell you a secret!” She grins.
“I want some nieces and nephews to spoil.”
Alya stands frozen there for a moment, thoughts spinning and clicking into place before her brain finally assembles the larger picture, and blood rushes up across her face. “Wha-!?”
But Yuki has already turned away and is continuing her monologue: “I can’t mention it too much, of course. Who knows what would happen if Ayano heard something like that? I’m not into NTR, so I try to avoid it as much as I can around her.”
At this point, Alya’s brain had wholly given up trying to process the words of the girl in front of her, and she instead opted to just stand there and listen as best she could.
“Of course, you getting pregnant in high school would be a bad idea, so that’s kinda off the table…but it does lead me to that absolute order you still owe me!” Yuki grinned, “You,” she said, prodding her finger into Alya’s chest, “are going to do a small…practice run with my brother.”
Yuki’s grin widened sadistically, “And it’s going to happen exactly like this:”
It had been almost a week since then, though Alya’s somewhat strange actions and comically red face on their way home that day had been forgotten easily by Kuze Masachika. Those things tended to happen often with Alya, and he was more than used to her mannerisms at this point.
He’d come home late today, Yuki pulling him away to a merch store right out of school, though he could tell there was some other underlying motive (even if she did genuinely want to buy that Kafka figurine). He’d given up his subtle attempts to pry information from her after the first five minutes had shown that she wouldn’t budge.
Yuki was stubborn like that. It was one of the few traits he would have preferred not to share with her.
Inserting his key into the lock, he was surprised to find resistance after only a quarter-turn. Confused, he pushed the door open, and noticed a pair of shoes sitting in front of the small ledge leading to the rest of his home. Ah, right, he’d given her a key a few months ago.
Somewhat unfamiliar with the feeling of intruding on his own apartment, he awkwardly called out to the person inside: “I’m home!”
The previous noises, coming from the kitchen, suddenly stilled, and he could feel a thick tension in the air. However, nothing could prepare him for what came next:
The beautiful Alya, his girlfriend, the love of his life, stood in the doorway, dressed in an apron.
And only an apron.
After confirming that yes, he couldn’t see any bra straps or panties peeking from beneath the apron covering her, his brain promptly blue-screened.
His eyes still greedily drank in the sight before him. Like him, Alya stood frozen, one hand on the doorframe. Her silky, silver hair was done up in a high ponytail, partly visible over the top of her head. Her face was as pretty as ever, flawless skin was darkened by a restrained blush, though it was otherwise pale as fresh snow.
Her azure blue eyes couldn’t seem to find his, constantly flicking away from his, apprehension strong behind them. Another sign she was nervous was how she was nibbling on her bottom lip, though he couldn’t deny that it made her look even more seductive as well.
Not that she needed it, as the apron that Yuki had picked (because really, was there any other explanation?) was probably a size too small. Her full breasts were spilling over the top and sides as the material cut into them. Her waist was not visible, both because of her body narrowing and the apron widening, but her perfect hourglass of a body meant that he could distinctly see the curve of her hips.
Her long legs, normally hidden by the socks of the Seirei uniform, were fully exposed, as the apron only made it halfway down her thighs, stopping just barely above the middle.
All in all, his half-Russian girlfriend looked simultaneously like an angel sent from heaven, and a succubus intent on wringing him dry.
In the time it took for his brain to catch up with reality, Alya had already shifted her position, and had gotten on her knees in the doorway. She hesitated a moment, before finally bending forward, placing hands on the ground and her forehead on them.
“W-Welcome home, dear. Would you like d-dinner, a bath, or perhaps…me?” She said, sitting back upright, though still on her knees in front of him.
Judging from the smell coming from the kitchen, he was getting dinner either way, so he hastily took off his shoes, fumbling with the straps. His hands were shaking, and the reason was kneeling a few feet away from him. Mustering up his remaining courage, he tried to keep his voice from wavering as much as he could:
“Dinner and a bath sound lovely, actually. It’s been a long day.” That wasn’t a lie. Even leaving aside his shopping trip with Yuki, he’d been quite busy in recent weeks, and today was no exception. He almost missed the days where he could laze around and do nothing. “And after that, well…I wouldn’t mind having some nice desert .”
He pointedly ignored the way her face lit up red from that last part, and made his way towards the surprisingly large bathroom his apartment had been built with, stripping off his suffocating tie and undoing his top buttons as he walked. Given the state of dress Alya was in, he didn’t need to worry about propriety at the moment, he supposed.
As soon as the door closed behind him, he leaned against it, the energy draining from him with his breath as he let out a long sigh.
“I swear, that girl is going to kill me someday…” Whether he was talking about Alya or Yuki, he honestly didn’t know, but he didn’t have the energy to pay it any mind, as he slowly stripped out of his uniform, revealing his toned form beneath. While he wouldn’t call himself a fitness guru, he was relatively in shape, and had always found that he had an easier time putting on muscle than most, a sharp contrast to his sister.
His school uniform was haphazardly tossed into the basket beside the door, and Masachika let the tap run hot, steaming water filling the tub. While he sat on the edge, waiting for the water to rise, he contemplated the situation outside.
Obviously, this was Yuki’s doing. There was no way this wasn’t. But for what purpose, he could not tell. She obviously cashed in a relatively large favour to get this to happen.
But the fact that Alya was even doing this at all…it was simultaneously a strange yet familiar circumstance. She’d been teasing him for years now, so seeing her take the next (several) steps wasn’t something he shouldn’t have expected.
Breaking out of his line of thought, he turned off the water, and slowly lowered himself into the steaming water. He could instantly feel the tension soaking out of his muscles, leaning back in the tub. The warmth of the water seeped into his very core, and he could finally relax for what felt like the first time in days.
His eyes were closed as his head was resting on the back edge of the bathtub, but it didn’t prevent him in the slightest from hearing the door slide open.
An exclamation of “Yuki, get the hell out!” caught in his throat when he realised that Yuki wasn’t the one home, and his eyes automatically snapped open and turned towards the sound.
Alya stood in the doorway, her previous attire of a naked apron exchanged for a towel, tightly wrapped around her model-like body. That was quickly dropped, however, as she made her way over to the bath, now with her body fully exposed.
Ignoring Masachika’s protests, she let the towel drop, her face an equally-blushing reflection of his, and gracefully climbed into the bathtub. She quickly submerged herself up to her neck in the hot water.
A veil of quiet descended on the bathroom, both occupants unable to meet each other’s eyes. He stole quick glances at her whenever he could. The steam and hot water obscured his vision, but he was still able to make out the curves of her body, and the small pink nubs that sat atop her breasts. Her face, flush with a combination of heat and embarrassment, was going through a mix of emotions, before finally settling on determination.
His girlfriend broke the deadlock they had established, and leaned forward, her chest briefly rising above the waterline before she was right in front of him, face inches away from his own. He surprised her by retaking some of the initiative, leaning up and capturing her lips in a quick kiss, which he planned to keep chaste.
Alya had other plans, as she dove down after him as pulled away, this time prodding her tongue at his lips, which he parted for her. She immediately took advantage, going for a french kiss, one that he eagerly reciprocated.
It wasn’t long before she got even more daring, though, as one of her hands snaked south and found his already erect cock. His moan of surprise was muffled by Alya’s mouth, which still hadn’t left his own, even as she’d started lightly stroking it.
“Alya, what-”
“Shhh…you’ve been working so hard lately, let me give you something in return…”
So, this was how she was going to play it, huh?
One of his own hands went to her plump rear, grabbing it and pulling her down next to him. He was lucky that his bathroom and bath were big enough for two people this close together, he thought, while he let himself grope Alya’s generous ass.
They finally parted for air, and Alya’s other hand, unoccupied with getting him off, gripped the back of his head, forcing his gaze on her.
Her cerulean eyes, cold and calculating to those who did not know her and bright to those who did, were fogged over with lust. A breathless “Masachika…” was uttered in between her pants for air, and he couldn’t resist cupping her cheek and bringing her into another kiss, one which she provided no resistance to whatsoever.
Her incredible curves pressed against him, making him hyper aware of how lucky he was to have someone like her in his life. It didn’t hurt that she was still stroking up and down, making him feel increasingly tense in his lower half.
“F-Fuck- Alya…”
Despite the fact that this was obviously the first time Alya had done something like this, it felt like pure heaven. Her grip was a little too strong, but that was like her too, he thought. Always one to put in more effort than necessary.
The slowly cooling water enveloped them both, while Alya was slowly working her hand up and down his dick. He would be content to stay like this for the rest of his life, just basking in this bliss. He came in for another kiss, their mouths parting in sync as she let his tongue into her mouth.
This last kiss was the shortest, the need for air catching up with them. In silent agreement, they both pulled back, resting their foreheads against each other. The sounds of splashing, the water’s surface disturbed by her still pumping arm, faded into the background as he lost all perception of the world around him, simply focusing on the goddess that sat next to him.
However, his attention was slowly pulled away, as he increasingly felt the need to focus on his lower half. Alya’s handjob had been rapidly bringing him closer to the edge, and he didn’t want to dirty the bath water they were both soaking in.
“Masachika, does thi-”
She was interrupted by a loud beeping coming from the kitchen.
“That’s…a timer I set for the food.” Her hesitance was obvious. She was torn between finishing their fun, and not letting the food burn, and her eyes said as much. But…
“It’s ok, Alya. You can go, we’ll continue this later.” An audible growl came from under the water. “In fact, some food sounds lovely right about now.” He added sheepishly.
She was still hesitant to leave, but a second round of shrill beeping had her getting out of the tub, quickly drying off as best she could, towel still wrapped around her when she left.
Alisa’s back hit the mattress with an aggressive thud. They had walked over from the dinner table with their lips locked in a passionate kiss, Masachika blindly steering his girlfriend in the direction of his bedroom, until her knees found the edge of his bed and bent.
Alya’s hair is still bound in a ponytail, and her beautiful face is full of lust as she stares up at him, arms extended. The expression she’s giving him is practically begging for him to swoop down and take her.
They’ve already stripped their clothes (well, whatever clothes he’d had on to make their dinner seem acceptable), except for his underwear, though it doesn’t hide much. His sizable cock is showing through anyway.
He hesitates for a moment, staring down at the beauty laying below him. What did he do to deserve someone like her? It’s a question he asks himself frequently, but he’s yet to find the answer.
“Come on Masachika, what are you waiting for? Just mess me up already!” She practically moans , and he can feel whatever self control he has left rapidly deteriorating.
“Alya…” He growls, tensing his muscles to delay as much as possible, “If you say something like that, I won’t be able to stop, even if you ask.”
The smirk she gives him is as sexy as it is smug: “You say that like it isn’t exactly what I want, Ma-sa-chi-ka.” She says, drawing out his name.
He snaps.
In an instant, his fingers are spreading open the lips of her pussy, before he shoves a finger in. Alya must have been looking forward to this, because she’s already dripping wet when he enters her.
She’s sensitive, too, because barely a second later her head is thrown back in pleasure and a long, drawn out moan is forced from her lips. Seeing her perfectly exposed neck right for the taking, he leans down, first kissing against her neck, before moving down to a spot just above her collarbone, and starts sucking.
Alya realises quickly what he’s doing, and, when she doesn’t protest, he decides to up the intensity by adding another finger. The girl beneath him forces her mouth closed as her moans become louder and higher pitched, and Masachika is glad that his neighbours generally keep to themselves. He’s already dreading the judging looks.
Having left a mark on her neck, in a place where it could luckily be easily covered by a scarf, he turned his attention back up to the face of his beloved.
Alya was currently trying to make a permanent indent on the mattress with the back of her head, as she was throwing it back. Masachika did not for a second stop his ministrations, and Alya didn’t for a second want him to stop. In between her panting for breath and plentiful moans, he could make out exclamations of “D-Don’t stop!” and “Please just keep goinggggg-!”
He kept going, just as asked, steadily increasing his pace as he pumped his fingers in and out of her pussy. Her screams gradually became less and less coherent, and he was eventually rewarded when-
“Aaaahh-!!!”
With a scream, the girl beneath him came undone. His hand was soaked in her juices, and Alya’s voice filled the room, endless pleasure obvious in it. Her back was arching off the bed, thrusting her bountiful chest directly in his face, but he ignored it in favour of keeping his eyes locked on hers, even as they were rolling back slightly.
After a moment that seemed to last an eternity, her orgasm ended and she was once again laying flat on the bed, panting heavily, from exhaustion as much as arousal. But still…that didn’t mean he was going to let up anytime soon.
“Last chance for you to back out, Alya.”
His voice penetrated the fog surrounding her brain, but there was only one answer she could give him:
“Don’t you dare hold back on me now, Masachika. Fuck me like you own me. ”
The temptation, already too much to resist even under normal circumstances, absolutely shattered whatever part of his brain was holding him back.
Too fast for Alya’s lust-addled mind to process, he’d flipped her over onto her hands and knees, fully intent on making her his .
Masachika barely gave his girlfriend a second to adjust before slamming into her with full force, her voice breaking in a wordless scream. The sudden tightness around his dick was something he was unused to, and a combination of the earlier foreplay and Alya’s general seductiveness meant that he’d been hard all evening.
“M-Masachika~! It’s- It’s so deep~!”
The lack of rest for his dick was not (or perhaps was, depending on how you looked at it) helped by the fact that she was currently showing off her incredibly curvy body right under him. From her smooth back and pale neck, one which he regretted only leaving a mark on the front of, to her full breasts that he could barely see the edges of, swinging under her body.
“Fuck…Alya…” He groaned, seeing the girl beneath him increasingly start to shake with exhaustion. “You’re so hot, it’s-Hng! It’s unfair sometimes.”
The sound of moaning was his only answer, and he continued brutally pounding into her from behind, not giving her a moment’s respite.
He could see her arms start to give way beneath her, flagging from the strain. “Alya, can I…?”
Masachika was still hesitant to fully let go, afraid of hurting the girl he loved so much. But it was unnecessary.
“Masachika, didn’t I already tell you twice? Don’t hold back at all, just use me! ”
That finally got through to him. Masachika reached out for her hair, his hand grabbing a third of the way up from the base of her ponytail.
Alya’s hair was what stood out most about her, white like snow, and she obviously kept it in good condition. So, mentally apologising for what he was about to do, he wrapped the locks around his hand, and pulled .
He was rewarded with Alya tightening around his cock, her walls restricting him even further as he tried to plunge deeper inside her. He kept pounding, hoping to find a spot inside her that would completely deliver her to pleasure.
“You’re so tight for me, Alya!”
Changing his approach, he slowly started pulling back on her hair, pulling her arms off the bed. Alya was slowly being dragged upright, mouth hanging open.
When she was pulled almost flush against his chest, he finally found what he was looking for, as Alya let out several screams of pleasure. Wrapping his other arm around her stomach, just under her boobs, he finally let go of her hair, and instead moved his hand up to her mouth, letting two of his fingers enter it.
Alya tried to wrap her lips around them, but the waves of pleasure coursing through her body were too much for her to handle, and she could do nothing but leave her mouth hanging open and moan, occasionally letting out a slurred “Masachika…”
Masachika himself was increasingly tensing up, trying his best to stave off the building orgasm, but he was rapidly losing the ability to hold himself in.
It all came crashing down when Alya suddenly convulsed around his cock, her insides rapidly tightening and untightening. Some small part of his mind, the one that was still coherent, worried about what this might do to Alya.
“Where do I-”
“Inside!” Alya barely managed to scream out. “It’s a safe day, so come inside! PLEASEEEE-”
Masachika didn’t need to be told twice, letting his orgasm wash over him and releasing torrents of come directly into Alya’s womb.
Unable to support both his own weight and Alya’s, he collapsed forward onto the bed, pinning his girlfriend beneath him. They took a few moments to catch their breath, heavily panting in sync, before Alya turned to face him, a mischievous glint in her eye: “Do you think…we could go again?”
Alya had undone her ponytail. He could tell by the fact that strands of white hair peaked around her neck. It was also not what he was focused on at that moment.
That was the fact that his silver-haired girlfriend was currently bouncing on his dick, thighs flexing as she moved herself up and down his hard rod. Masachika himself laid back on the bed, hand gripping the bed sheets, a familiar tenseness spread across his whole body.
“Ah…does this feel good-! Masachika?”
“A-Alya-!”
Not fully recovered from her previous exhaustion, Alya, slowed down, grinding her full entrance back and forth. It created a different kind of friction, but he wasn’t going to lie and say it didn’t feel amazing in its own right.
“Fuck, you feel so good…!”
That brought a smug smile to Alya’s face as she continued grinding, agonisingly slow. He tried to buck his hips, but she placed her hands down on his toned stomach, applying enough pressure to keep him down on the bed.
“Patience, dear…”
It was not what he wanted to hear. So, shifting his hands from the bedding to her hips, he roughly grabbed her by the waist and lifted, Alya squeaking in surprise.
“You fucking…tease!”
He said, dropping her down on his cock while thrusting up into her from below at the same time.
He could see her tongue started lolling out of her mouth, Alisa’s mind suddenly being overtaken by pleasure. It was a thought he shared, as the sight made it hard for him to hold back, and barely half a minute later…
“Ahhh!!!”
Alya moaned as she felt another shot of spunk enter her womb, painting her insides once again. Collapsing forward, she was barely caught by Masachika, swimming in and out of consciousness. However-
“Don’t think this means we’re done, all right?” He viciously grinned, “You tempted me too much for your own good this time!”
“Wait, Masach-Aah!”
The half-Russian girl under him screamed out, stretched out on the bed below him, except for the leg resting on his shoulder. It granted him a good access point to continue pounding her into the bed, one hand on her large thighs and the other keeping her leg raised.
“P-Please slow dooooown-!”
He didn’t.
The longest break they’d had so far was when he closed the curtains and flipped on a light switch, giving his girlfriend a brief moment of respite before his weight pressed against her from above, lining his manhood up with her opening, and brutally thrusting back in.
Her moans were muffled by her biting down on the bedding in front of her, hoping to at least keep quiet enough for the surrounding houses not to hear them. It was a false hope, their lovemaking had already been heard loud and clear by everyone in the building.
It was also not helped by him thrusting in at a particularly brutal angle, and forcing her mouth open in an exclamation of pure pleasure.
It was past midnight by the time he was fully spent, thrusting into Alya from on top of her, their tongues locked in a sloppy kiss. At this point, he didn’t know if he would be able to feel anything the next morning, let alone his legs, but he was close to finishing once again.
“Please Masachika, inside, please please pleaSE-!” Alya begged, even though it was completely unnecessary; he wasn’t planning to come anywhere else. Not that he would be able to, with her legs locked tight around him.
His left hand, the one that wasn’t keeping him up, was on Alya’s breasts, groping and squeezing the massive tit, the sensation adding to his arousal. Almost as much as the beautiful girl below him, begging to be filled with his come.
Which is exactly what he did after another few moments, sheathing himself within her and letting out the last of his release inside her pussy. Their moans were muffled by their making out as he let the last of his strength leave him, finally stopping.
He barely had the energy to pull the blanket over the two of them, locking eyes with the girl beneath him, but not pulling his rapidly softening cock out of the place it was so snugly nestled.
Murmuring out a “Goodnight, Alya”, he fell asleep to the sounds of her breaths, the feeling of her rising and falling chest rocking him slowly up and down, and her hand in his hair, gently stroking him as they both settled in for a long night’s sleep.